When We Meet Again (Kiani)

Fifty Four

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My knuckles connected with Ryan's cheekbone and sent a deafening crack echoing throughout the diner.

The heads of costumers turned at the sudden noise but quickly went back to eating to avoid witnessing the fight.

It took one solid punch to get him out of the booth and on to the floor. Being the gentleman I am, I allowed him to stand beside I continued my wrath upon him.

When he got to his feet and regained his balance I raised my fist once more and punched him in the jaw.

More blood flew out of his mouth, this time unaccompanied by any remnants of soda.

His hand flew to his jaw as an early response to the pain, "Fuck!" he yelled.

He called out for me to stop and hear him out but I pretended not to hear.

I hit him again, but this one went to his eye. He stumbled back only to be met with a table.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place. I was losing control of my actions as I slipped into a daze.

I could feel the pressure of him fighting back but I felt no pain. I felt on in the jaw and one to the cheek.

Before I knew what was happening I was on top of Ryan as he laid helpless on the floor.

I kept raising my arm and hitting him in the same general area with every strike.

Each time more blood spewed out. He was bleeding from what seemed like everywhere.

his nose

his lip

his mouth

Even his ear.

I rolled off of him and stood up, he was laying on the floor, his left eye swollen shut. His lip had busted open by now and there was a massive pool of blood from when he landed and the continuous flow coming from his face.

I towered over him and swayed from side to side. I was beginning to feel the pain of his blows.

I shook it off and glared down at him as he looked up at me, his expressions pleading for help.

I shook my head, "You're lucky I didn't kill you." I turned around to leave.

Before I walked away I turned back around, "I should've killed you." I spat, "You're supposed to be dead anyway."

I spit down on him and stormed out of the diner.

Looking down at my clothes I saw that I was covered in so much blood.

Hardly any of it was my own.